Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.